(Probably are plenty of more obscure discs I've never heard of that you could substitute for a few of the following, but a lot of them would likely require some journey into the web. Where people have a tendency to make their presence known. Not advisable when hungover. Best to stick to the whole alone thing and the sorts of albums that everyone should either have a physical copy of or at least in their comp music folders somewhere.)

For when a good coffee, shower, and gallon of water aren't cutting it:

Warning - Watching From A DistanceFollowing Kingsley Amis's advice here on how to nuke the physical hangover's cousin--the metaphysical one--is key. It all "rests on the principle that you must feel worse emotionally before you start to feel better. A good cry is the initial aim." This disc here should help making your hangover thoughts seem even more sober, thus, most likely, making you feel worse. Good step 1.

2.

Agalloch - Ashes Against The GrainDon't go shocking yourself with the brutal stuff you were blasting last night. But start heading in the general black metal direction. Ashes gets mournful, yet has tinges of hopefulness strewn throughout. It's not by any means a "fun" album, but it's not the kind of thing that will have you feeling helpless then stay feeling helpless. Moods get all undulating-like, but in a gentle enough sort of way.

3.

Wolves In The Throne Room - Black CascadeIf you aren't ready for this kind of stripped-down black, by all means go with Two Hunters here instead. Picked this one because I'm impatient. By step 3 time I start itching to get to the more violent stuff. Cascade is violent enough to start smacking the hangover away, but is still pretty and atmospheric enough to soften the blow of the blasting. Easing out of a hangover is essential. Your mind had enough "shocks" last night when you, thinking you were being pret-ty charming, ruined your chances at getting laid by making a Batman-shooting joke "too soon," and had to stumble home alone yelling tasteless things about women and get yelled at for doing so by some lady on a bike, only to realize you've been locked out when you get back so you have to wait outside your apartment for an hour and reflect on how everything wrong about your current situation is entirely your fault, and grow even more frustrated at the fact that you didn't see Dave Chappelle who was apparently out and about in your hometown that night, the main reason you went throwing money at the bars to begin with. The old cranial mood-regulator can only take so much of that kind of rollercoastering.

4.

Decapitated - NihilityHit shitty feelings of shitty hopelessness and melancholy with full force now. Go with something like Nihility. It's brutal and easy to bang your head into a neckbrace to, but isn't excessively "fuck you"-ish; it's pretty austere in the end. It's an absolutely no-nonsense kind of thing, dealing out some much-needed tornado-kicks to the ears.

5.

Municipal Waste - The Art Of PartyingStart drinking. Won't take the stomach and head by surprise if you've rested while listening to the first three albums, and made sure to eat lots of protein-filled things while listening to the fourth. The album cover explains what this album is pretty much perfectly. Music to thrash shit to and, foremost, to guzzle down beer with your undead friends to. Best pick-me-up I know of. From there, should all be beer-sloshingingly peachy and you can safely bust out the Finntroll and FEAR. Hangover cured. Send your thanks via pm or something.

Sorry they aren't the worst but the second worst. I forgot about Quick burger in Belgium that one really is the ultimate worst it surpasses McDonald's in crappiness in all areas, though hard to believe that is the case

Written by The Shape 1973 on 11.11.2012 at 19:45My sister thought she had had a dodgy chicken burger there, mentioned it to the staff and they threatened her, then demanded poo samples to prove it was their burger.

You gotta be kidding me.
Here you can easily complain to get something the way you ordered it.

Written by The Shape 1973 on 11.11.2012 at 19:45My sister thought she had had a dodgy chicken burger there, mentioned it to the staff and they threatened her, then demanded poo samples to prove it was their burger.

You gotta be kidding me.
Here you can easily complain to get something the way you ordered it.

A mate of mine had a chicken curry in a local restaurant. It still had the whole chicken's head in it, beak, eyes, the lot. He complained and they threw him out. Places in this country who serve food don't like to be criticised. God help you if you ask for tomato ketchup.